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When Lin Tianjing took the first step and stepped out with his right foot, he held the scabbard in his left hand, reversed the scabbard to the left, and pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand, ready to attack.

When the left foot of the second step is stepped out, the knife has been unsheathed by more than an inch, and the body is slightly tilted to the left, and at the same time the strength is concentrated on the dantian.

The more you pull forward and run, the more you lean to the left.

The momentum is gradually like thunder.

Originally, the distance of more than ten meters, Lin Tianjing only took five short steps, from a staggering step to a thunderous momentum, it was only an instant.

Putting the knife into the sheath is naturally for a better unsheath.

When he was even one meter flat, he suddenly pulled out his knife and picked it up from the bottom up. I don't know when, Lin Tianjing has abandoned the scabbard with his left hand, holds the knife with both hands, and then steps out with his right foot as a shaft

, rotate the body to the left, one side faces Lian Qingping on the left side, and the left foot retreats to pull the body back to the left, and at the same time strikes Lian Qingping's right shoulder instantly.

The first technique of the sword in the army, drawing the knife and slashing, is the technique of the combination of the small countries of Dongyue in the south that Taizu took from back then, and it is derived from it, and it is the first style of the sword technique in the army, which is intended to be said

"One hit kills".

But this "one-hit kill" knife drawing technique is clearly momentum like a rainbow and unstoppable, but it is still blocked.

Because of a sword, abruptly across the sword, like a huge reef, still with the momentum of your sword surging like the sea, I will not move.

The waves beat several times in a row, the rocks pierced through the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up, but they still couldn't cross the reef.

The horizontal sword posture is naturally a defensive sword posture.

Because of this knife, it was wrapped in the intention of running thunder, as well as the knife momentum that would kill with one blow, and then covered with Lin Tianjing's fierce battle spirit. The momentum of the three is superimposed, how can it be a simple addition of momentum

How simple is this knife, but compared to the first three hammers on the school field of Lin Zhan's examination that day, the momentum is still excessive.

If it weren't for relying on the sword posture, this knife, Lian Qingping thought that he couldn't rely on the sword qi to block it.

Lian Qingping glanced at the reversed blade in Lin Tianjing's hand and nodded secretly.

Just stabbed, although he had the idea of "killing with one blow", the young man in front of him, when he picked up from the bottom up, still subconsciously reversed the blade of the knife and lifted it with the back of the knife. It can be seen that this young man still has good intentions and is unwilling to kill.

Lin Tian was shocked to see that the knife could not be achieved, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he didn't have time to breathe his somewhat disordered breathing, and the tip of the knife continued to rise.

Fierce knives in the army, hob knife technique.

There is no routine for hob knife technique, depending on the angle and trend of the first knife, and then hundreds of knives are all in accordance with the trend of the first knife, and strive to complete it in one go, without leaving a gap

Crack.

The frontier veteran is the most familiar with this hob technique. The alien race also has the most headache for this knife technique. There is no fixed knife method, just go with the trend, which means that it is either the first knife out

Interrupt when the knife is made, or you can only wait for the opponent to finish the hob knife technique like a storm, and passively defend yourself and be beaten.

The knife drawing technique is followed by the hobbing technique, which shows that the first knife is like thunder, and the knife momentum behind it is a raging storm.

Therefore, even Qingping is still horizontal, constantly defending.

From the moment Lin Tianjing took out the knife, he knew Lin Tianjing's back hand, so he was always on guard.

No matter how high your momentum is, there will eventually be a time when the follow-up is weak.

Lin Zhan squatted in the shadow of the window, his eyes widened in disbelief. He naturally knew that Lin Tianjing's sword momentum was only a momentary bravery, and he would eventually be powerless, but he didn't expect it

At this moment, Lin Tianjing was able to suppress Lian Qingping, forcing Lian Qingping to defend with a horizontal sword.

The sword and the sword, as if it were the sword path of the God Emperor, and the sword path of the Yan Emperor, crossed time and space, and came to an invisible confrontation.

......

Lin Tianjing didn't know how many knives he had made and how many times he had slashed, but he felt that his hands were getting more and more sore, and the Dao in his hands was getting heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, the sword that had been horizontally on the opposite side suddenly rang out.

A sword qi stood out from his dense sword light, and he didn't dodge or dodge like this, and slashed over.

This sword light is not very dazzling, but gentle as water, but cold as ice.

One drop of water is countless drops of water.

Lin Tianjing's knife is impermeable to the wind, but it can't stop the rain.

Therefore, the oncoming sword light, like a dense water net, broke its own impermeable sword light, and poured it down from top to bottom!

Lin Tian was alert, his footwork moved slightly, he turned over and retreated, and the sword light flashed dangerously.

Lin Zhan snorted softly, and couldn't help but be amazed.

Lianjia Xuanji, dripping sword, it is rumored that even if you face a high mountain, you can pass a sword and pierce the mountain.

Dripping water through stones, that's the reason.

Of course, even Qingping's move was still merciful in his hands, and the power was less than one percent, and he gave Lin Tianjing enough time to react, otherwise, I was afraid that Lin Tianjing would have been stuck at this time

Dozens of swords, hundreds of swords.

In the next moment, Lian Qingping, who was holding a pampertail, smiled slightly, and smiled at Lin Tian in the distance: "I'll teach you how to walk and run thunder footwork." ”

This sentence made Lin Tianjing, who was already in a somewhat angry mood, even more furious: I snapped my fingers and tapped millions of times, you just watched my footwork once, how could you run

Ray footwork?!

Lian Qingping said nothing, no longer looked at Lin Tianjing, who was slightly angry and holding the handle of the knife, but closed his eyes.

Every step of Lin Tianjing's thunder footwork before, in Lian Qingping's eyes, kept slowing down and slowing down, and every movement became more and more distinct.

It's as if you've watched it millions of times, mastered every detail of it, and then it's starting to fade away.

"The action retreated. Lian Qingping said silently, and then every step that Lin Tianjing took before gradually dissipated.

The voice faded. Then the sound of explosion and thunder that Lin Tianjing took every step suddenly disappeared.

The rest is the rhythm and thunder sincerity left behind when Lin Tian was running wildly.

As early as before, when Lin Tianjing took the second step, Lian Qingping felt that his steps, qi and power had been mastered to the extreme, but the rhythm between the steps was

There's always an indescribable jerky feeling. It's like a piece of music, which can be more elegant and pleasant, but some of the syllables in it have an abrupt turn, which inevitably hurts the whole song

The beauty of the child.

"This piece is 80% perfect. The remaining 20% will be handed over to me!" Lian Qingping closed his eyes and thought silently in his heart.

Without waiting for Lin Tianjing to make a move, Lian Qingping suddenly opened his eyes!

Close your eyes and open your eyes, in fact, only for a moment.

Lian Qingping smiled and took the first step.

Then the second step, the third step, the fourth step.

Gradually like thunder, gradually become a line.

His footwork is the same as Lin Tianjing's footwork, but in Lin Tianjing's eyes, it is very different.

The span of the steps is slightly shorter, and the rhythm of the stay is slightly more than a line.

Just such a stop made Lin Tianjing's original anger suddenly extinguished, and his eyes brightened in an instant.

It's the rhythm, it's the feeling. Lin Tianjing tapped his fingers millions of times, just looking for this rhythm!

The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the dim light.

Lin Tian stood there in shock, facing the sword that Lian Qingping stabbed straight into, even the sound of thunder that came out between his steps did not wake him up, just like this, standing on the spot, it was

Forget about dodging.

Fortunately, Lian Qingping did not mean to hurt anyone, and when the blade of the sword was only an inch away from Lin Tianjing, it suddenly stopped and put the sword into its sheath.

Lian Qingping looked at Lin Tianjing, who was standing in front of him, with a smile, and said, "Understood?"

Lin Tian nodded stiffly.

......

Lin Zhan looked at this scene, inhaled lightly, and was faintly amazed. Lin Tianjing, that kid, how diligent he is, he naturally sees it in his eyes. Tap your fingers millions of times, and run thunder footwork

It's that the drill has been revised hundreds of times, but I still can't grasp that trace of rhythm.

But what about Lian Qingping? Just watched it once, closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and he fully showed the true meaning of the thunder!

This kind of talent can be called a demon.

......

Sword qi, dripping sword, and that demonic talent, no matter how dull Lin Tianjing is, he also understands the true identity of the person in front of him, and at the moment, he has no time to blame Lin Zhan

hurriedly put away the knife, clenched his fists and bowed his head: "Lin Tianjing is next to the Lin family, thank you for your advice!"

Lian Qingping smiled, and said in amazement to Lin Tian: "The battle just now is very exciting, wonderful!"

Lin Tianjing was thoughtful. The person who can make the arrogant Lin Zhandu admire the most is really worthy of admiration.

Then, Lian Qingping shouted at Lin Zhan, who was hiding in the shadows: "Don't come out yet?! If you don't come out, I'll come over!"

Lin Zhan gritted his teeth, took the war hammer in the room, and walked out of the room with a bitter face by the bright moonlight.

Lian Qingping clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Dare to pit me, you kid has a lot of skills! The lesson from last time is not enough?!"

Lin Zhan looked at Lin Tianjing, who lowered his head and clenched his fists, his eyes were full of admiration, and he secretly smiled bitterly, but he didn't want to admit defeat, so he had to pull out the war hammer and said, "If you want to fight, you will fight!

My brother-in-law's ......"

Suddenly, a crisp woman's voice suddenly remembered Yu Yuan: "Lin Zhan, stop me!"

Under the moonlit night, this voice, for some reason, actually carried a hint of shame.

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